That hangs upon you, I do take an oath
HIS lips shall never gather. There!--and there!
I steal it from him. Are you his--all his?
Nay, you are mine, this moment, as I dreamed -
Blind fool--believing you were what you seemed -
You would be mine in all the years to come.
Fair fiend! I love and hate you in a breath.
O God! if this white pallor were but DEATH,
And I were stretched beside you, cold and dumb,
My arms about you, so--in fond embrace!
My lips pressed, so--upon your dying face!"

"Woman, how dare you bring me to such shame!
How dare you drive me to an act like this,
To steal from your unconscious lips the kiss
You lured me on to think my rightful claim!
O frail and puny woman! could you know
The devil that you waken in the hearts
You snare and bind in your enticing arts,
The thin, pale stuff that in your veins doth flow
Would freeze in terror.

Strange you have such power
To please or pain us, poor, weak, soulless things -
Devoid of passion as a senseless flower!
Like butterflies, your only boast, your wings.
There, now I scorn you--scorn you from this hour,
And hate myself for having talked of love!"

He pushed me from him. And I felt as those